Trying time trying tying puppet strings back together.


A judgment that dismisses an appallingly biased and inept head of the National Prosecuting Authority, Shaun Abrahams, is to be appealed by President Jacob Zuma.

This is hardly a surprise. Although a disaster at running a country, Zuma has brought appeals and dodges to keep himself out of the constant trouble he runs into with illegal and ill-considered actions to a quite amazing art form. Very clever. If you don’t want to be prosecuted for stacks of skulduggery, arrange for the bloke who will do the prosecuting to be one of your good mates. Immaterial whether he is suited for the job or not.

This gives a perfect basis for a rhyme using the Wordle 329 words.

Assault at last on puppet, who was set to fall,

Boss must sail on to run deep with appeal;

Can we afford a case to nudge delays, is all?

Hope justice seat will bar such time to steal.

© December 2017 Colonialist
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Jolly Awful Dirge of the Designated Driver


Thank the season  for the frequency of party escapes  —

Song, wine, and women, for the thirsty exist;

Home drive  pushes for one voted to keep rest out of scrapes,

If sound of police car one wishes be missed!

© December 2017 Colonialist
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Free Range Rabbits


December First, and time to say

A ‘Rabbits!’ which will mark the day …

I sometimes battle for new pics

Supporting first-of-each-month tricks,

But now I can snap quite a load

Of free-range ones just down the road!


 

 

 

 

 

 

© December 2017 Colonialist
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Really Awfully Inverse Law of Blogging


 

The first munch of a spot of Xmas lunch.

 

The Inverse Law of Blogging
Is not that it’s in rhyme,
But, ‘More the news for flogging,
The less you have the time.’

Past weeks have been quite frantic
With lots of pics and stuff:
But time to post each antic
Has never been enough.

The Silly Season parties,
And final school-type things
Geeves blogging jus’ no start; ees
The time, she has growed wings!

© November 2017 Colonialist
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A HOUSE INVASION AND MONKEY BUSINESS   


Wordle 326

Monkeys chop-chop relish undoing cupboard strap;

Their sting done, then  moon-bottomed as away they fly —

Blown farewell kisses then emerge derisively, mayhap,

Ere shimmy from the crime, no justice sword nearby!

 

We came home yesterday to find the local monkey troop had raided the house. Again. They were in no particular hurry to leave when I strolled in. What annoyed me most is that they had polished off all that was left of my gift package of chocolates received at a luncheon on Thursday!

At least these are far better creatures than the invaders we passed the aftermath of on 7th, just a few houses up the road from J’s school. These had two cars, one with the active housebreakers, which drove in once they had dealt with the gate. The other waited outside, and the occupant stepped out calmly and killed the security company respondent as soon as he left his vehicle, before they all departed at speed. It makes horrifying video viewing.

© November 2017 Colonialist
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Goog(mis)led!


On Sunday last Younger Daughter decided it was time to revisit an animal farm that serves the best scones in the universe. She had forgotten exactly where it was, so plugged in a Google ap. to provide instructions.

At the first roundabout, it told us to take the first exit. We knew it should be the second, so ignored the instruction amid frantic bleats from canned voice. Shortly thereafter we found ourselves in gridlocked traffic — a child’s body had been found and a murder investigation and search for another missing child (alas, also dead as it turned out) were underway. Sad and horrifying, indeed.

Deeply impressed by the knowledge apparently displayed by Google, we managed a U-turn by going on safari across a traffic island, and now meekly followed the instructions of the canned voice, being taken safely past the obstructed system of roads. However, it then made no attempt to direct us towards any known routes, but it had built up our faith by being right before so we continued to go according to the instructions from the box.

 

The route alternated between countryside and distinctly iffy shack-dweller territory, and we waited to intersect with known routes in increasing trepidation. The double highway became a wide single road, then a narrower one. Then the paved surface gave way to dirt, but we are used to roads like that. This one got increasingly narrower and more potholed, though, and started going through topography with wild wiggles and wrinkles.  Google remained adamant we were going the right way.

Adding to our woes, as soon as the road became too narrow for any hope of overtaking, we came up behind a taxi, the driver of which did not believe in exceeding about 20 Kph.  He, his passengers, local cows, goats, and humans were looking at us very strangely and without any displays of friendliness.  To our relief, the snail trail taxi eventually pulled off to a house by the wayside. Encouragingly,  Google said we were drawing closer to our objective, unlikely though it seemed …

We got to an area where the ‘road’ widened into a small open space on the far side of which a track barely deserving the name meandered on forlornly, and our guide voice announced with great smugness, ‘You have reached your destination.’

WH-A-A-A-A-T?

More-tified, and having had more than enough, we back-tracked hastily until we reached a local who showed more signs of surprise than hostility, and from him received more directions more directed at the direction we had had in mind.

Ultimately, we arrived at the farm just in time to claim the last remaining two of the famous scones. Between five of us.

Really Awful Owler Talepiece

 

 
© November 2017 Colonialist
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Some Things Temporary: of Consuming Interest, and of Temper Rare, She!


The current Photo Challenge theme of Temporary  suggested these to me today:

This was very temporary – a few minutes later I had reduced that plateful to rinds.

A scant few seconds after my M is a devil from the depths of Hades …

 

 

She converts into adorableness puss-onified!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©   November 2017 Colonialist

 

 

 

 

 

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